[Highest Ranking : #67 in Teen Fiction on 2 July, 2016]
Connor Davis is a "Womanizer."
With a tight clique and a life he wouldn't trade for anything. But that's about to change.
Because Connor Davis is getting Stalked. And he will stop at nothing t...
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It was the third week of school and basketball season had officially begun. Ever since I made the team, it was my dream to acquire position as captain. In junior year, I scored more than anyone on the team, including captain at the time. Coach W was so happy with my performance he promoted me to Team Captain.
And ever since I became team captain, the only thing I wanted for the Timber's was to win State Championships.
Today was the first game of the season. And I was ready to kick the Panther's asses.
"Yo, are we still on for later?" Grayson asks me plopping down on a chair.
"On for what?" I ask him confused. "Dude! I can't believe you forgot. I'm taking Gracie out tonight and she's bringing her friend Stacy," he says.
"Oh. That's today? Sorry man, I guess it slipped out of my mind," I tell him nonchalantly. I knew full well that the date was today. I was just avoiding it. I really wasn't up for an evening where I had to act like I was enjoying. I had enough problems of my own.
Summer wouldn't even look at me, Logan was still pissed about the Leah thing even though he said he wasn't and Anna was just giving me the weirdest vibe.
It was like I didn't even know who to talk to.
Besides I needed all the rest I could get. I needed my strength for practice.
"Please tell me you're still coming. If I cancel with Gracie now, she's never going to go out with me," he pouts. "I'm sorry man. Cassie's got some stupid project thing and I have to help her. Moms orders," I lie.
"Really?" He asks me not buying my lie. Of course he's not going to believe my alibi. "Yes."
"Alright then, I'm going to go talk to Gracie," he says and walks over to her table.
I fidget with my phone still going over the texts of the other night. Stalker chick hadn't sent a single message after that night. My mind was all over the place. If I wasn't thinking of basketball I was thinking about how on earth did she ever find about her.
She was my secret. My biggest one. No ones ever gotten a hint of her before and she wanted me to keep it that way. Then how? Unless she told Stalker chick.
And I couldn't even think of her being Stalker 1O1. She wouldn't do that. She had moved on and so had I.
Had I really?
Just a few weeks ago my life was perfect. I wouldn't trade it for anything. And now I have issues that I don't know how to get myself out of.
I had only two things on my mind as of now.
Winning the basketball game this week and hoping Stalker chick would message me.
Anna and Leah take a seat at our usual table across from me. Logan hadn't said a word, but just kept eating.
